People passing by—all on their own paths to destinations unknown to me.
A piano sings out tunes, thanks to the sweet red-headed teen playing with fire.
The boys’ fingers dancing on the cool keys.
People are buzzing around like birds.
Some stop to listen.
Others check the boards.
Others grab a drink.
Two cops twirl their way past the piano while a dad with a double stroller waits for his wife who is buying chocolate.
A sweet treat on a sweet day to be alive.
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